Juice WRLD - Jetlag lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Jetlag lyrics]
Uhm (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
Uhm (DY Krazy) uhm, uhm, uhm
Hopped off the jet, still got jet lag, huh
I won't let a nigga rob me
You could bet that
Louis V collab with Murakami
That's an old bag
I just bought something with a silencer
Get your soul bagged up
Rollin' up dope, I'm smokin' on Runtz
Ain't come to kick it with niggas, no punt
How you come to a gun fight with no gun?
Put a 30 in mine, nigga, let's have fun
Pull up in a Paul Walker, a fast one
Pull up on a fuck nigga and blast him
Pull up on a old nigga, that's my reaction
Beat him so bad
Make 'em tell his grand kids
"Daddy got his ass whooped"
This double left to right combo'll
Leave his ass shook
Yeah, it's big in pictures
But in person how that ass look?
Catfish, feelin' disgusted like a teacher
Reading a bad book
Did not pay attention in math, look
They buyin' all the rappers Raf Simons
And had no intеntion to blast
He was tryna get in the
Way of my fast livin'
I havе an addiction to pills
Also I have an addiction to cash getting
And lane switchin', stick shift, lip six
Try us, get your shit lifted
Hopped off the jet, still got jet lag, huh
I won't let a nigga rob me
You could bet that
Louis V collab with Murakami
That's an old bag
I just bought something with a silencer
Get your soul bagged up
Hopped off the jet, still got jet lag, huh
I won't let a nigga rob me
You could bet that
Louis V collab with Murakami
That's an old bag
I just bought something with a silencer
Get your soul bagged up
Ooh, sticks like brooms or maybe pool's
Swim in your bitch pussy like it's a pool
No kiddie pool I get deep when I groove
Beat it up so bad, it made the news
Yeah, I fucked your bitch in two
What 'bout it, what are you gon' do?
I doubt it, he won't make a move
That lil' pussy boy a fool
Watchin' the sunset, I drop my roof
Fuck what a hater say and do
They never do what they say they do
Don't test me pussy, I'm beta proof
I don't even know how you here right now
Fuck you doing? Come to lose?
I'm with my animals, they guns hungry
And you look like bait, ooh
Hopped off the jet, still got jet lag, huh
I won't let a nigga rob me
You could bet that
Louis V collab with Murakami
That's an old bag
I just bought something with a silencer
Get your soul bagged up
Hopped off the jet, still got jet lag, huh
I won't let a nigga rob me
You could bet that
Louis V collab with Murakami
That's an old bag
I just bought something with a silencer
Get your soul bagged up
Uhm (DY Krazy) uhm, uhm, uhm
Hopped off the jet, still got jet lag, huh
I won't let a nigga rob me
You could bet that
Louis V collab with Murakami
That's an old bag
I just bought something with a silencer
Get your soul bagged up
Rollin' up dope, I'm smokin' on Runtz
Ain't come to kick it with niggas, no punt
How you come to a gun fight with no gun?
Put a 30 in mine, nigga, let's have fun
Pull up in a Paul Walker, a fast one
Pull up on a fuck nigga and blast him
Pull up on a old nigga, that's my reaction
Beat him so bad
Make 'em tell his grand kids
"Daddy got his ass whooped"
This double left to right combo'll
Leave his ass shook
Yeah, it's big in pictures
But in person how that ass look?
Catfish, feelin' disgusted like a teacher
Reading a bad book
Did not pay attention in math, look
They buyin' all the rappers Raf Simons
And had no intеntion to blast
He was tryna get in the
Way of my fast livin'
I havе an addiction to pills
Also I have an addiction to cash getting
And lane switchin', stick shift, lip six
Try us, get your shit lifted
Hopped off the jet, still got jet lag, huh
I won't let a nigga rob me
You could bet that
Louis V collab with Murakami
That's an old bag
I just bought something with a silencer
Get your soul bagged up
Hopped off the jet, still got jet lag, huh
I won't let a nigga rob me
You could bet that
Louis V collab with Murakami
That's an old bag
I just bought something with a silencer
Get your soul bagged up
Ooh, sticks like brooms or maybe pool's
Swim in your bitch pussy like it's a pool
No kiddie pool I get deep when I groove
Beat it up so bad, it made the news
Yeah, I fucked your bitch in two
What 'bout it, what are you gon' do?
I doubt it, he won't make a move
That lil' pussy boy a fool
Watchin' the sunset, I drop my roof
Fuck what a hater say and do
They never do what they say they do
Don't test me pussy, I'm beta proof
I don't even know how you here right now
Fuck you doing? Come to lose?
I'm with my animals, they guns hungry
And you look like bait, ooh
Hopped off the jet, still got jet lag, huh
I won't let a nigga rob me
You could bet that
Louis V collab with Murakami
That's an old bag
I just bought something with a silencer
Get your soul bagged up
Hopped off the jet, still got jet lag, huh
I won't let a nigga rob me
You could bet that
Louis V collab with Murakami
That's an old bag
I just bought something with a silencer
Get your soul bagged up